Just a little musing as I wait for my media to warm up.
July 1: The beginning of the fiscal year; the start of the second month of living in my new apartment; the official beginning of my second year of graduate school (even though I've only been here for 10 months). It's amazing to me how quickly time has passed. I suppose that's because I haven't felt settled since moving here, moving from class to class, rotation to rotation, which means that things are always new, always different. I don't think it hurts that I've been having all sorts of adventures -- wandering around Sowa, the open air market near Broadway in Boston wishing I had put more ice in my water bottle, exploring the different eateries in Somerville and downtown, going to cookouts at friends of friends, eating lobster and shellfish courtesy of my program and exploring an island rehabilitated from its past as a glue factory/landfill, cramming into a sweltering hot apartment trying really hard not to roll my eyes at drunken philosophical conversations about matter and the universe. (I don't think I succeeded.)
I thought I had grown up in undergrad, and to some extent, I did. I learned so much about myself and shed a lot of the naivete that I had held onto in high school. I opened myself to new experiences, struck out on my own, and tried to become less scared by change. But here, this last year, I think I really blossomed. I began to realize what was important to me, focus on things that I felt would help me become a better scientist and a more well rounded person, and let go of a lot of the judgement and bitterness that I carried with me throughout college. I began to accumulate life experiences and life stories, and I hope I continue to do so.
And now, to feed my cells. Yum.
July 1: The beginning of the fiscal year; the start of the second month of living in my new apartment; the official beginning of my second year of graduate school (even though I've only been here for 10 months). It's amazing to me how quickly time has passed. I suppose that's because I haven't felt settled since moving here, moving from class to class, rotation to rotation, which means that things are always new, always different. I don't think it hurts that I've been having all sorts of adventures -- wandering around Sowa, the open air market near Broadway in Boston wishing I had put more ice in my water bottle, exploring the different eateries in Somerville and downtown, going to cookouts at friends of friends, eating lobster and shellfish courtesy of my program and exploring an island rehabilitated from its past as a glue factory/landfill, cramming into a sweltering hot apartment trying really hard not to roll my eyes at drunken philosophical conversations about matter and the universe. (I don't think I succeeded.)
I thought I had grown up in undergrad, and to some extent, I did. I learned so much about myself and shed a lot of the naivete that I had held onto in high school. I opened myself to new experiences, struck out on my own, and tried to become less scared by change. But here, this last year, I think I really blossomed. I began to realize what was important to me, focus on things that I felt would help me become a better scientist and a more well rounded person, and let go of a lot of the judgement and bitterness that I carried with me throughout college. I began to accumulate life experiences and life stories, and I hope I continue to do so.
And now, to feed my cells. Yum.
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